Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"According to the records, Albert brought a friend with him. But before the boat started, his friend seemed to have an emergency and got off the boat in a hurry. Carter confirmed this with the staff."

……

115 True and False Knight (XII)

A friend, and a guy no one knows.

Winnet was basically certain that this was a far-reaching conspiracy, and that the murderer and the deceased had connections that were unknown to outsiders. It was difficult for an outsider to fully see through the criminal's actions.

She prayed in a priestly tone and said to Edward, "Now we can only wait for the police to arrive, gather all the passengers, investigate and find out those with identity problems. Uncle Edward, you think so too, right?"

"Well, Winnet," he called her by her first name, allowing outsiders to maintain the perception of their close relationship.

Edward felt that this was not enough, so he added, "Perhaps you need a pistol for self-defense? I don't know when this prisoner will make another move. I'm sorry to have given you an unpleasant journey, and I'm ashamed of you, Clyde."

Clyde shook his head and encouraged Edward. "Believe that everything will be fine. I will take Miss Moriarty back to her room."

He smiled at Winnet.

Winnet smiled and said calmly, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Clyde."

"It's an honor to escort a beautiful lady."

She wanted to tell him that she didn't need an escort, but that might make things awkward, and as a priest, she tried to avoid such things. "You're very polite," she said, trying to keep her tone friendly and playful.

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If Shirley noticed when I opened the door, she might feel jealous.

Winette thought about it and realized that this was not impossible. However, Shirley would probably not say it openly, which would make the atmosphere uncomfortable and last for the whole night.

However, the happy part of her heart made her want to see Shirley's jealous look. As for the consequences, who cares!

Miss Winnett was fearless because she had already decided that when Shirley grew up, she would seize the opportunity - although it seemed that she had already seized it.

Clyde and she walked through the lighted cabin, illuminated by a small round lamp, all the way to the main staircase. At the corner was a luxurious bronze clock with two angels carved on it, and the gilded hands pointed to a quarter to zero.

At the foot of the stairs stood an ornate floor lamp, casting a very long shadow.

"My room is right up front...Mr. Clyde."

Although Shirley is very rational, she still does not intend to do anything that may cause misunderstanding.

"The lady with Moriarty is really amazing," Clyde said. "She can identify the type of poison and the condition of the body just by looking at it. She is just like Sherlock Holmes' assistant."

“She is a girl who loves to learn and is going to study medicine.”

Winette talked nonsense.

Clyde nodded. "Then I won't bother you any more, ma'am. Please be safe. The murderer may still be preparing for action."

Seeing Clyde walking down the stairs, Winnett returned to her cabin. She wanted to open the door, but then she remembered that the room card was in Shirley's hand, and she wondered if she had gone to bed. She knocked on the door, but before she was ready, the door was opened.

Shirley was standing just inside the door, wearing white pajamas, fanning her hands and yawning.

"Come in now?" she asked. "I'm going to close it."

As she spoke, Winnett paced into the house.

Shirley said hoarsely while making the bed, "I can't sleep because I watched some terrible things during the day. Don't be so conceited. I'm not waiting for you on purpose."

She sneered again: "It was a man who sent you back, you are really welcome!"

Winnet's back shuddered. Was this a guess, or did she hear their conversation? She looked at Shirley's expression from the side. Shirley scratched her neck and turned to look at her: "You are a pretty girl, and you are also a girl who is about to inherit a large inheritance. What is this in the eyes of others? A delicious dish! If I get you, it means I have everything."

"I didn't see that he meant that."

“A good hunter approaches his prey with an impeccable disguise.”

"But I'm not prey," Winnet said confidently.

Shirley pinched Winnet's chin with her index finger and thumb: "Really? What I mean is that my prey cannot be snatched away by others. Or do you want to become the hunter and try to challenge me?"

As she spoke, Shirley came closer and sniffed the side of Winnet's face, and put her nose against her skin and said, "Are you shaking already, Winnet?"

"Don't do that!"

"It's too dull and boring to stay in a room like this. You have to adjust your spirit, right?" Shirley hugged Winnet's neck and turned her over on the bed to press her down. "If someone does this, lift your feet hard and give him some stimulation. Learn from him and don't show such an unguarded expression."

"Defenseless... or something."

Winnett felt her breathing was a little rough.

"Are you not only defenseless, but also looking forward to it?" Shirley slid her thumb across the corner of Winnet's eyes and turned her head to the front with her palm. "You have to look at me and state your request clearly."

Winnet felt that Shirley was simply teasing her and was enjoying it, so she covered Shirley's eyes, clamped her waist with her knees, and gently turned her over.

"Okay, good kid, it's time to go to bed."

"You are such a devout believer. Most people would have already made up their minds if they were in a situation like that. You are so naive!"

"But...what does this have to do with innocence?"

Winnett could not understand the impromptu happiness. For her, the days of staying alone by the lamp occupied too much time, which had a restraining and destructive effect on her passion, making her doubt whether she was sexually cold. Another layer was her old-fashioned concept and the concept of "children" deeply imprinted in her mind, which made her feel guilty every time Shirley made an ambiguous move.

This sense of guilt, which had never developed in other directions, was growing desperately in a liberated and vigorous manner.

She warned herself: "There is still some distance before it rises to the level of love."

This distance was actually materialized by her, for quite a while, that's all.

But Shirley was actually very mature, pretty and smart, delicate and gentle. Being around Shirley made her feel very comfortable. Even if she heard slightly harsh words, it didn't matter, because she could understand the charm of them, as if she was born that way.

Waking up in the morning and seeing an angelic face smiling at you...what wouldn't be exciting and satisfying?

It was as if all the sins that had been entangled with him were swept away in a light and graceful manner.

Like a beginner holding a love dictionary, Winnet's mind was sluggish.

"So, how about your eyes?" Shirley asked.

"What happened to your eyes?"

"It's like I put some eye drops in and it's glowing."

"That's just an illusion caused by the moonlight."

Shirley didn't repeat anything else. She hooked the quilt with her foot, pushed Winnet down with one hand, and turned around to cover herself with the quilt.

"Just treat it like that, but you have to give me a hug."

Shirley said, "I am very tired to satisfy your idle curiosity."

……

Take a day off.

The author was in unbearable pain, had difficulty concentrating, and was unable to write anything that satisfied him.

Today's grunt.

Let's see if it gets a little better tomorrow.

The subscriptions are pouring in. I want to know if you guys are really taking care of your books.

I'm feeling depressed.

Wow, the recommendation failed.

I'll try to update tomorrow.

Well, I need to make up a hundred words.

One hundred words.

I am sorry.

116 True and False Knight (End)

In the morning, the sound of helicopters landing on the deck echoed, and the passengers' sleepiness was dispelled.

Edward told Carter, the butler, to have the staff call the internal line and gather all the guests inside the restaurant. The police officer who came was named Habakak McGinn. He was dressed in a blue suit and wore a pair of pince-nez. He was a well-educated man. He asked the police on standby to stand in line in the banquet hall and spoke to Edward in French: "I haven't seen such a vicious case in many years, sir."

"This is the guest list, Mr. Policeman." Edward handed him the list, which had the accompanying personnel marked with different color codes. He said, "The deceased was in Baron Alman's room, and his head was found inside the armor in the lounge next door. When Mr. Stanley died, the lights in the banquet hall were cut off for a moment. I sent staff to investigate and found something similar to a button bomb."

Thirty minutes later, the staff responsible for the inventory reported that all personnel had arrived.

"Please ask the staff to gather here as well," said McGinn.

Edward ordered Carter to gather the staff together and count the number of people. Among them, a flight attendant named Werner suddenly disappeared.

"It seems that we have fallen into the trap of the murderer, Mr. Edward." McGinn said, "It is very likely that this crew member and the gentleman who left midway are the same person... In any case, we need to check every corner of this ship."

Seeing Edward's embarrassment, McGinn added, "Don't worry, sir. We won't touch the passengers' luggage. We'll just check if there's anything related to the case."

The police who came with McKim were divided into two groups. One group started the search while the other group began to question the passengers.

When the questioning was almost over, McGinn walked up to a man in a black suit, black ribbon and monocle among the policemen and asked him, "Detective Charlie, any clues?"

Charlie, a detective hired by the authorities, concluded:

"Sir, there are many doubts. First, Mr. Odis claimed to have seen Mr. Alman on the boat, but no one can prove it. Second, Mr. Alman was not seen, but Mr. Albert walked into his room. Third, although the incisions on the body and the head are neat, they don't quite match. They may not be the same person."

"So, this Mr. Odysseus is suspicious?"

"It's still too early to tell." After Charlie finished speaking, a police officer came over to report on the search. "It seems that this possibility is very high. In Mr. Odis's room, the detectives found a large amount of cash and items with the seal of Baron Alman."

"Doesn't this already prove that he is the murderer?"

"If he is the murderer, we have to ask him to recount the original trick."

Charlie always felt that something was wrong, but soon, the search team came again, and this time they said that there was a headless body in the morgue.

"The visitor has been confirmed, right?" Charlie asked.

McGinn nodded affirmatively. "Yes, Charlie. The people on the list, apart from the deceased Mr. Albert and Mr. Stanny, are only Baron Armand and the missing Werner. The four of them are not in the banquet hall. Everyone else has gathered here."

"Okay, Mr. McGinn. Please arrest Mr. Odysseus! He is a key suspect!"

McGinn listened to Charlie's idea, found Odysseus in the crowd, and ordered his men to escort him to Charlie.

Winette, who was observing everything, had already noticed that Odysseus had trembling lips and was in a trance. His condition looked suspicious.

When the police took him away, there was a strange silence in the venue, and then there were whispers. No one expected that the man who initially acted like a detective would eventually be regarded as a suspect in a murder case by the police. The ladies sighed faintly. Edward also looked at Odysseus with a complicated expression. In his impression, although Odysseus looked handsome, he was actually a timid guy who didn't have the courage to do something like murder.

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"Mr. Odysseus, I think you need to tell us why we found a title deed with Baron Alman's seal and some ancient gold coins in your room?" Charlie asked him.

"This..." Odysseus was speechless. He was so nervous that his face was sweating, and his knees and calves began to tremble. "Mr. Policeman, please believe me, I really didn't kill anyone! These are the deals that Baron Alman made with me! He gave me gold coins and real estate, and asked me to pretend to be Mr. Odysseus and sell his shares to Mr. Albert. He also asked me to inform Albert and let him go to Alman's room. He also asked me to tell others that I saw him on the deck!"

He seemed hysterical and tugged at Charlie's shirt. "I'm telling the truth. The murderer must be Alman! It must be him!"

Charlie took off his hand with some disdain. A mentally mature criminal can often perform vividly and show that he is extremely innocent. This is even more true for meticulous criminals, who will do anything to escape punishment.

Look how pitiful he is! He acts like a newborn mouse! As if he is the culprit who is about to wrongly accuse him and throw him into prison!

"You said you are not Mr. Odysseus?"

Charlie twitched his lips and said, "But everyone recognizes you. Ladies and gentlemen, please tell me, who is this person?"

Everyone frowned and recalled. Those who knew Odysseus and those who didn't all spoke in unison, proving that he was the real Odysseus. Even Edward felt that he was Odysseus and there couldn't be anyone else.

Shirley sneered beside Winnett, "What a farce, the detective has become a criminal... Well, although he seemed suspicious from the beginning, especially when he saw the body in Alman's room."

Winnett remained silent. In her opinion, the murderer would not be such a guy who was not calm enough. Although judging from his physique, this man was indeed strong and had the strength needed to chop off the head, his mentality was too weak. Such a person would lose his composure without waiting for anyone to investigate.

But if he was the scapegoat for the murderer...

"Look, Mr. Odysseus, everyone remembers you and recognizes you!" As soon as Charlie spoke, Odysseus was almost scared to tears, but he did not show mercy and continued, "Mr. Odysseus, even if you are really pretending, you are almost the only one who can do all this."

"First, you bribed a crew member to create the illusion of Mr. Alman on the ship, and then boarded the ship as Mr. Albert's companion."

While he was talking, the police told him that they had found a headless body hidden in the ice room.

"After that, you found the steward you bribed, and asked him out to kill you! You threw the head and the murder weapon into the sea, but you were afraid that the body would be sucked into the ship's water intake or crushed by the suction of the ship, so you hid it in an ice cellar where no one would go... because it was winter! Then, you disguised yourself as this steward. Look! The staff members all confessed that you and Mr. Warner both have blond hair and are of similar physique! Mr. Warner was a temporary crew member, and the others didn't have a deep impression of him, which gave you the opportunity to impersonate him."

"It so happened that Mr. Bigg, who was in charge of registering the guests, was unwell and handed the job over to Mr. Warner, who was nowhere to be found."

"Then, you found an excuse to leave and boarded the ship as Odysseus. You dressed up as Mr. Alman in the room, met with Albert in Alman's room, beheaded him, put your clothes on him, wiped off the fingerprints, and changed into a new set of clothes. After hiding the head, you returned to the room and played Odysseus again. Then you went up to the deck and met Miss Moriarty. You told her that you had seen Mr. Alman on the deck... However, you were the only one who saw Mr. Alman... This is the evidence that you were lying."